You are right out there listening to
The plagiarisms—
Wondering when they will finally come inside to
Make love to you—
As the housewives go gallivanting
From their husbands to their playboys—
As the oceans lie starving
And there isn't a bird in that sky who hasn't
Forgotten his favorite song.
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